World of Cultivation

"How are you all?" Zuo Mo raised his hand as a greeting.

Yan Mingzi and Hu Shan's expressions suddenly turned ugly. well? What to do? After the two of them returned to the sect, they were ridiculed and ridiculed. Tao Shuer covered her mouth and smiled softly. Beside her, two disciples of the Lingying Sect also had similar smiles on their faces, but fortunately they held back.

The number of inner disciples of Lingying Sect is the highest in Dongfu. However, due to the lack of a strong leader, there are many factions among the disciples, and the complexity of sect relations is also the highest in Dongfu.

Tao Shu'er moved lightly, and her beautiful face immediately attracted everyone's attention.

I saw the outer disciples of Wukong Sword Sect quickly divided into two camps. All the male disciples could not take their eyes away. Many of them looked dull and drooled. The camp of female disciples was in a sour mood, with constant scoldings such as little bitches and vixens being heard.

Tao Shu'er smiled sweetly: "My little sister admired Senior Brother Zuo's demeanor last time. However, as a disciple of the Lingying Sect, we cannot just watch our sect's reputation be damaged, so I specially came to visit Senior Brother Zuo today."

The other party spoke so grandly that Zuo Mo sneered in his heart. Although this girl is beautiful, she is as poisonous as a snake and scorpion. If you are not careful, you will fall into her hands. Moreover, Zuo Mo couldn't stand it when she saw her fellow disciples holding back and laughing so heartlessly.

"Oh." Zuo Mo's face didn't change at all, and with his lowered eyelids, it was even harder for others to guess his thoughts.

Tao Shuer suddenly felt like she had been punched into cotton. The other party's indifferent reaction made her not know what to say.

However, she was not a simple person. She took a step back and made way for the other two senior brothers, saying: "Senior brother Wen Fei and senior brother Ming Dao are the real masters of our Lingying sect, and they are also people that my little sister has always admired. Come here this time …”

When Wenshan and Mingdao heard this, they couldn't help but raise their heads and chests, obviously very proud.

"If you want to fight, fight." Zuo Mo suddenly said, interrupting her: "It's just that Wukong Mountain is not a place where I can come and go whenever I want. The ugly words are ahead. Whoever wants to lose in my hands, I will Take a magic weapon from him to prove the name of our sect."

These words were righteous and awe-inspiring, and all the outer disciples of the Wukong Sword Sect behind him cheered in unison.

When the two of them heard this, they immediately looked unhappy.

Wen Fei is dressed in green clothes and white gauze, with a green scarf on his head. He has a graceful demeanor, as if he might ride on the wind at any time and be a fairy. Not willing to show weakness, he sneered: "It's easy to talk, easy to talk. If you have this ability, I will naturally admit defeat."

Mingdao, who was wearing blue spiritual armor and a golden crown on his head, also said: "If you lose, I will also take away a magic weapon from you."

Tao Shu'er stood at the back, watching the tense situation between the two sides, with a proud smile on her lips. Yan Mingzi and Hu Shan stared at Zuo Mo with red eyes, as if they wanted to swallow him alive.

"Who goes first?"

Zuo Mo shouted deeply, took a step forward, and his momentum surged.

I don't know if it was because he had just practiced swordsmanship, but he felt that his whole body was hot and his blood was boiling, like a burning flame. The fighting spirit that suddenly spurted out was rolling endlessly and was about to burst out of his body.

Just like a sword being unsheathed, its sharp edge suddenly appears! With one step away, Zuo Mo seemed to be a different person. The superficial dullness was actually slippery inside, and everything disappeared at this time. All over his body, the strong will to fight seemed to be real, so pure that it was impossible to look at him.

Tao Shuer stared blankly at Zuo Mo, her beautiful face as if she had seen a ghost.

How can it be?

Is this still the wretched and greedy zombie?

In her mind, Zuo Mo is a little person who is greedy for petty gains. Otherwise, how could anyone think of someone else flying a sword during a battle?

She suffered a loss last time, especially from such a small person, which made Tao Shuer feel so resentful. How could she swallow her sigh of relief when she was hit by someone she looked down upon?

However, Zuo Mo in front of me...

Wenshan's eyes showed a solemn look, and he was surprised by the aura shown by the other party. However, he is not the kind of dandy like Yan Mingzi and Hu Shan.

Although his family is wealthy, he also practices very hard on daily basis, and he is still somewhat genuine.

Although he was frightened, he was not afraid. He took a step forward and shouted softly: "I'm coming!"

Wen Fei showed off his magic weapon, a light blue jade fan with jade as the bone. The fabric used on the fan was extraordinary, and the blue light could be faintly seen flowing. There was a landscape painting painted on the fan. If you look closely, you will find that The river that appears and disappears among the mountains in the painting is actually flowing slowly.

Tianhe fan, third grade.

Dripping Water Sword, Grade 3.

Zuo Mo couldn't help but sigh once again that the Lingying Sect's magic formulas were so mixed that they even had to use the fan.

When Yan Mingzi saw his dripping sword, his expression changed greatly. However, he likes to collect all kinds of magic weapons very much, and he has a very discerning eye. He immediately noticed that the dripping sword was in better condition than it was in his hand. I was suddenly confused, could this flying sword also pick people?

"Please!" Wen Fei shouted gracefully.

Before he finished speaking, the dripping sword arrived!

"Smooth Water"!

Zuo Mo's favorite starting move, this move is like a bell-goat hanging its horns, leaving no trace behind.

The move he used now was quite different from the past. In the past, it was like a light cloud and a gentle breeze. Now it is still light and quiet, but it has a bit more fire flavor, like a white flame, burning silently.

Wen Fei sneered and shook his Tianhe fan.

Zuo Mo felt his eyes flash as an extremely thick water column fell from the sky, sweeping toward him like a water dragon.

"Water Dragon Song"!

Attack against attack!

No one expected that Wen Fei, who looked so gentle and gentle, could have such a fierce fighting style. The two sides competed on who could attack the other side first.

Zuo Mo snorted coldly, kept his sword strength unchanged, and moved his spiritual power under his feet, suddenly dodging to the left. His feet seemed to be equipped with springs, and he was extremely fast, dodging the water dragon.

Confrontation?

Zuo Mo was not afraid at all. In terms of speed, no magic weapon could compare with the flying sword. Actuating his spiritual power, the Dripping Water Sword made a hissing sound, like a stream of light, as fast as lightning!

A thin water curtain suddenly rose in front of Wen Fei. The dripping sword hit the water curtain hard, causing the water curtain to ripple sharply. Wen Fei's face changed slightly behind the water curtain, but the water curtain rippled sharply and still blocked the dripping sword!

Zuo Mo was also a little surprised. This water curtain seemed to be only a thin layer, but he didn't expect it to be able to block the dripping sword. It was much stronger than he expected. However, he could also see that this water curtain could only barely resist it. If he applied more force, he would definitely be able to defeat it.

He was about to activate his spiritual power, but he didn't expect that the extremely thick water dragon turned flexibly like a living creature and rushed towards him.

In a blink of an eye, the water dragon rushed in front of him. When the water dragon rushed in front of him, he suddenly realized its hugeness! It was like a big river, rumbling towards him with a terrifying momentum!

Without Zuo Mo thinking, the dripping sword turned into a stream of light and suddenly appeared between him and the water dragon.

A cold light flashed in his eyes, and the dripping sword suddenly rose.

"Waterfall"!

Everyone's eyes suddenly lit up, as if a waterfall suddenly appeared in front of Zuo Mo. The waterfall of silver swords composed of countless swords poured down and hit the water dragon's head with incomparable accuracy!

boom!

The water faucet suddenly exploded, and countless water splashed everywhere. The disciples who were watching were immediately drenched, but no one moved their eyes away at this time. It would be a shame to miss any of such a wonderful competition.

The water dragons come one after another, as if there is no end, while the waterfalls hanging in the sky are endless, seemingly endless.

"Awesome!" Yan Mingzi was stunned. He was completely convinced that the opponent was so powerful and the last victory was not a trick.

Hu Shan also watched intently and nodded with deep sympathy: "I have long heard that Senior Brother Wen Fei's Tianhe Fan is ranked among the top three disciples of our generation, and it is indeed well-deserved!"

Yan Mingzi said with an expression of complacency: "Yes, but my dripping sword is not ordinary. It can compete with the Tianhe Fan. Its quality is extraordinary. I have really good taste."

"That's because Zuo Mo is so powerful." Hu Shan said without any politeness: "If I put it in your hand, you'd be good if you could block Senior Brother Wen's five moves."

Yan Mingzi was not annoyed: "I'm not as good as others in a fight, but I'm just buying a magic weapon. How can you be my opponent?"

Hu Hu choked and didn't know what to say.

Tao Shuer's heart stirred up countless waves. She never thought that Zuo Mo could be at loggerheads with Senior Brother Wen Fei because she knew how powerful Senior Brother Wen Fei was.

Senior Brother Wen Fei is not well-known outside, but among the disciples of this generation of Lingying Sect, he is a truly powerful figure. He was deeply loved by his elders, and the Tianhe fan was specially made for him by the elders in the sect, but it was envied by countless people. Senior Brother Wen Fei also lives up to expectations. He has outstanding talents, practices hard, and is constantly nourished by countless spiritual pills. His strength is extremely profound. But he rarely takes any action on weekdays, and even his fellow disciples don't know the depth of it. Tao Shuer accidentally saw Senior Brother Wen Fei practicing and was horrified, leaving a very deep impression. So this time she specifically went to seek help from Senior Brother Wen Fei, just to suppress Zuo Mo's arrogance.

Moreover, Tao Shuer also knew that the elders planned to make Senior Brother Wen Fei famous at the Dongfu Sword Trial Competition in the near future.

This hateful zombie can actually compete with Senior Brother Wen Fei?

How can it be?

Tao Shuer felt like she couldn't turn her head around.

As for the outer disciples, they all opened their eyes wide and remained silent. Zuo Mo didn't notice that among the female disciples, there was a cute pink apple face. Now she was so nervous that she couldn't help clenching her fists.

The fight between the two was as fast as lightning, and the two moves took place in the blink of an eye. Now that they had entered the stalemate stage, everyone could not help but breathe a sigh of relief. After a moment of reflection, they all exclaimed that it was exciting and enjoyable.

However, the two people who were in a stalemate were not so relaxed.

Wen Fei's previous disdain and contempt had long since disappeared, replaced by incomparable solemnity. He was about to show off his skills in the sword trial meeting, but he didn't expect to encounter such a strong opponent!

As for Zuo Mo, two wisps of flames were beating wildly in his eyes, and he was full of fighting spirit!

A stalemate is not good for him. There is still one person on the other side. If the battle cannot be resolved as soon as possible, there will basically be no hope of victory in the next competition.

His mind was spinning, he roared, and decided to give it a try! My QT room is open! Fang Xiang’s official QT room number [9177] click to enter